i found it quite difficult to tell you that there indeed is something i’d like, that i had not dismissed these thoughts as i should have, that i was foolish enough to think perhaps, with red as my lucky color, you would wish the same.

and i am sad to say that the coloration of your knuckles is still as enticing, if for different reasons, such as: does she clasp your hands tightly, do you ever mind the extra heat, how is cloud nine?

oddly enough these words are not directed towards you, literally, but rather you, figuratively, a future you, a future entity that will be as important as you, personally, once were which really isn’t that hard to leap over but if you insist on remaining so important then yes, yes, it was and is difficult to get over you.

thankfully my keyboard has not given out yet so until the time comes i will be making beautiful black and white music taking form of the words i’ve yet to say, the words i’ve retained, the words i’ve wished to hear, a soliloquy and aria and act all in one, as you get swept under the e and the m, forever gone.

cinnamon twists are still very sweet with the bitter juxtaposition of copperblack coffee.  if lakes can bloom then surely i will as well.